Odes to Joy

Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 57 · middle

Lose One's Lunch

VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "Lose One's Lunch". Its true history: US, mid-20th c. — the mild, merciful, gentle euphemism. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hush now, the tile is cold but I am here.

[Verse 1]
You're kneeling at the altar of the porcelain,
Forehead resting on the chilly rim.
Don't you worry about the sudden shape you're in,
Just let the spinning little room go dim.
It happens to the bravest and the best of the crowd,
When the body has to sound the drum.
There's nothing in this bathroom to be singing aloud,
You just wait for the relief to come.

[Chorus]
You just lose your lunch, my darling,
Let the dizzy feeling fade.
It's a polite mid-century American phrase,
For the mess that the evening made.
You didn't ruin the party, you didn't do wrong,
You just misplaced a meal you were holding too long.
So lose your lunch, my dear,
I've got a cool cloth waiting for you here.

[Verse 2]
Back in the 1950s when the houses were neat,
They couldn't bear the heavy, jagged verbs.
They made it sound like dropping apples in the street,
A secret scattered in the quiet suburbs.
They wrapped a velvet ribbon round a sudden chore,
To keep the manners in the family den.
So let's just say you left a sandwich by the door,
And you can start the morning fresh again.

[Chorus]
Just lose your lunch, my darling,
Let the dizzy feeling fade.
It's a polite mid-century American phrase,
For the tumble that the hours played.
You didn't ruin the party, you didn't do wrong,
You just misplaced a meal you were carrying too long.
So lose your lunch, my friend,
I'm right beside you till the very end.

[Bridge]
I will hold your hair back from your eyes,
I will trace the circles on your spine.
The body's just a clock that needs to compromise,
And by the sunrise you will feel divine.

[Outro]
It’s only a lunch, sweetheart.
Just a little lost time.
Take a sip of water now.
We are totally okay.
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